"The Art of Friction, or Of Fiction ~ ?

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"The Art of Friction, or Of Fiction ~ ?
As Paracelsus taught,

Regarding The Art of Medicine,

A little poison heals,
A little more, or a lot, kills."
~ Capsicum

"Pandora, or Black Box
Skinning me deade or alive ~ ?"
~ Twittering

"... or your Opera
Noir's Black Box Special Seat ..."
~ ?

[Programme
Note ~

An impolite Positron confronts an Electron,
Paints Noir contrast,

Adds sfumatto
In fugato,

Furnishes an obstacle ~ !

Obstructs
Results, crushes
Hope ~

Less ~
Ness,

As well, attempts forced admission
Into

The Opera de Noir ~ Just
A Second ~ Chance,

Top Tier
Enchantment ~ !]

~ * Opera Noir, Twisted
Notes * ~

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~ Join Us,
The Mezzanine ~

Cocktails
& Hors d' Oeuvres

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"So I want now to do two things:
to set the escalator to the mezzanine against
a clean mental background as something

fine and worth my adult time to think about,
and to state that while I did draw some large
percentage of joy from the continuities that

the adult escalator ride established with
childhood escalators, I will try not to glide
on the reminiscential tone, as if only children

had the capacity of wonderment at this
great contrivance."

Nicholson Baker,
From "The Mezzanine"
[p. 40]

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"Oh, the daisy's are dying,
Now all the players are crying,
And a turn style turns, flying
Arctic Tern.

And the cuckoo isn't cooing,
But he's a cuckold and she's suing,
And Twitter's simply twittering,
A scribbler, she."
~ Mer Loleil

"O, Twitter's just twittering
To be heard."
~ Folly

"O, the Crazy's are arriving,
Soon the curtains will be rising,
And the Cherbourg's are apprising,
So be fashionably
Late."
~ White Chalk

"O, the Crazy's are arriving,
Now the curtains are rising,
And the Cherbourg's are apprising ~
So be sure,
Too, be scene."
~ Etude

"O, Twitter's just twittering
To be heard
Over the crowd."
~ Folly

"Now the evening crowds are cooing,
He sports a bowtie; she's darling,
O, the Updike's, quite appalling,
If sparkling."
~ Mer Loleil

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Blog, I'll warrant ye, or dog? Who knows. Pass the grog!
But if ye see me lost pup, please bring that scurvy dog home!
I got Leon a brand-new bone, with a chest full a' booty.
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